bosso fataka!
I discovered the bonsai story generator through marythefan; Andrew Burt created it "to turn readable text into text that almost makes sense." I stuck Best (empty places sneakers & beer remix) into it, and found that the story being what it is, most of the sentences could have been bonsai'd from the start and no one would have noticed.
Best (bonsai remix)
closer.
deeper.
Please.
I'm coming over. I need something, he had places to meet God, now, now!
He counted his mouth, Chris loved Justin, but not deep enough. Justin had lists. He got his breaths, one of them, and people. he slipped out of JC's love, left JC asleep
I'm coming over.
Please, I want.
empty stuff.
So deep Go deeper, baby but this was great.
Chris loved Justin, but this was there, he had an empty planner where nothing was emptier still not to lean just anyone touch slow and yawning, looping his mouth, Chris like that, he had places to meet God, now, now! He had things and seventeen pairs of him.
He could be here and he was great. deeper yesyesyes-- He had notebooks, and counted to take a shower. Chris slept with just anyone, something between them like glass. And Justin thought maybe, he knew how much he wrapped himself up and whimpering, that he couldn't even come back. And of course it was JC, closer to him best, and he had places to the heart of them, and moved on.
I have beer.
Oh, oh, you feel so easy to work it, deep
Harder.
Please, I need something, he didn't love him best of all.
Justin thought maybe he could happen. He had things and Justin thought please deeper yesyesyes-- he left JC asleep and cried.
No, man, I just, that he couldn't even come back. And Justin knew no matter how to work did it. He had lists. Six hundred and seventeen and then he knew, he was sorry, only not enough.
He had lists.
Six hundred and seventeen.
He had lists.
Six hundred and seventeen pairs of bed and deep.
Harder.
Please, I want.
I need.
It was Chris, so much and schedules and he wrapped himself up and JC closer to him than his soul. He got his own skin sometimes and tickling and JC was good and he knew, he slipped out and called Lance and when Chris some other way, and still not really. The next time after that it was a sexy fucker and seventeen and just kept walking. He'd come back.
And Justin knew he knew no matter how much he would have beer. Oh, oh, you feel so much and cried. No, man, I just, that was great.
It was okay, because there was something.
Harder. Please, I need something, he had so little. But he had numbers, he couldn't even come back and he wrapped himself up to meet God, now, now! It was right there now-- and he knew no matter how much he had places ...
~
This seems like a much more interesting story, somehow. Justin thought maybe he could happen. Aw, sweetheart.
Best (bonsai remix)
closer.
deeper.
Please.
I'm coming over. I need something, he had places to meet God, now, now!
He counted his mouth, Chris loved Justin, but not deep enough. Justin had lists. He got his breaths, one of them, and people. he slipped out of JC's love, left JC asleep
I'm coming over.
Please, I want.
empty stuff.
So deep Go deeper, baby but this was great.
Chris loved Justin, but this was there, he had an empty planner where nothing was emptier still not to lean just anyone touch slow and yawning, looping his mouth, Chris like that, he had places to meet God, now, now! He had things and seventeen pairs of him.
He could be here and he was great. deeper yesyesyes-- He had notebooks, and counted to take a shower. Chris slept with just anyone, something between them like glass. And Justin thought maybe, he knew how much he wrapped himself up and whimpering, that he couldn't even come back. And of course it was JC, closer to him best, and he had places to the heart of them, and moved on.
I have beer.
Oh, oh, you feel so easy to work it, deep
Harder.
Please, I need something, he didn't love him best of all.
Justin thought maybe he could happen. He had things and Justin thought please deeper yesyesyes-- he left JC asleep and cried.
No, man, I just, that he couldn't even come back. And Justin knew no matter how to work did it. He had lists. Six hundred and seventeen and then he knew, he was sorry, only not enough.
He had lists.
Six hundred and seventeen.
He had lists.
Six hundred and seventeen pairs of bed and deep.
Harder.
Please, I want.
I need.
It was Chris, so much and schedules and he wrapped himself up and JC closer to him than his soul. He got his own skin sometimes and tickling and JC was good and he knew, he slipped out and called Lance and when Chris some other way, and still not really. The next time after that it was a sexy fucker and seventeen and just kept walking. He'd come back.
And Justin knew he knew no matter how much he would have beer. Oh, oh, you feel so much and cried. No, man, I just, that was great.
It was okay, because there was something.
Harder. Please, I need something, he had so little. But he had numbers, he couldn't even come back and he wrapped himself up to meet God, now, now! It was right there now-- and he knew no matter how much he had places ...
~
This seems like a much more interesting story, somehow. Justin thought maybe he could happen. Aw, sweetheart.